Dreaming Again

If I could go anywhere – where would I be headed right now? In this instance, probably back to bed. My classes really start too early this year. But if I look past that, where?

The first part of 2016 was all about dreams. I finally traveled Norway, I volunteered in Australia, and I did more of the things that makes me happy. In the last part of the year I started Nursing School. It was a roller coaster of emotions, but eventually I settled in in my new home, and I guess you could say my new life.

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Nothing is easy, but most things are possible

When I dream, I dream big. I want to go to places I cannot get to. I want to experience things I probably never will. To me, dreaming is innocent, dreaming is for everyone, and dreams are not meant to be contained. For a while last year I stopped dreaming, stopped because I thought it would make me unfocused, because nursing is a dream – and dreaming two at once is simply too much to ask.

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My heart is almost always restless

Today I realized I was wrong. Of course I can dream several dreams at once. I can want to travel the world and still want to do my best at school. I can dream about Antarctica at the same time as I try to understand neurology. Dreaming is scary; it is frightening to open oneself up to the possibility of failure – of never seeing the dreams through. However, dreaming also makes one creative, and so this year I resolve to travel, even though I’m studying. I resolve to find a way to make the most of 2017.

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And to share it with all of you.

My Favorite Photos of 2016

Almost Christmas, almost Christmas

In one moment it’s a monster. It is coming up from behind, threatening to eat me alive.

In the next, it’s a black cloud hanging over my head – following me everywhere I go.

But in some moments, it’s just what it is.

An exam.

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I feel like I am drowning in my notes. But hey, at least I can explain what happens
in my body when I start freaking out.

Ask me again

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Ask me what it was like.
Ask me how I felt.
Ask me if it was what I thought it would be.
Ask me if I miss it.
Ask me if I would do it over.

And when I have answered the best that I can,
wait.
Maybe a day,
maybe a year.

Then ask me again.
Ask me again.

People change – and opinions with them.